10-03-2013, 05:19 AM
Jon looked at Nimeda as she waggled her fingers at him -- splotches of red and blue and ochre decorating them -- she'd made the paint appear again on purpose, and perhaps just to tease him, Jon was certain of that.
And if that was the point of her actions there, it worked.
Jon glanced at Bear. Perhaps the wolves who'd been watching her knew of where she came from? His friend shrugged. Well, a lot of help that was. All right, if Jon was going to have to point out the obvious, he might as well do so in the only way he knew how: stating it outright.
"You were painting in an art studio in the Moscow University," he said. "I wonder, does this have any connection you remember to who you are in the waking world?"
Jon took a breath. Why not go for broke while he was at it. "Perhaps I might see you some day in Moscow. And you can waggle your painted fingers at me there as well."
And if that was the point of her actions there, it worked.
Jon glanced at Bear. Perhaps the wolves who'd been watching her knew of where she came from? His friend shrugged. Well, a lot of help that was. All right, if Jon was going to have to point out the obvious, he might as well do so in the only way he knew how: stating it outright.
"You were painting in an art studio in the Moscow University," he said. "I wonder, does this have any connection you remember to who you are in the waking world?"
Jon took a breath. Why not go for broke while he was at it. "Perhaps I might see you some day in Moscow. And you can waggle your painted fingers at me there as well."